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Name: Silo
Age: 2 years
Gender: Male
Pack: Loner
Position:

Appearance: Just like his sister, and their father before, Silo has the same appearance as two of his relatives. His fur is a creamy brown color with a darker grayish over coat. Around the muzzle his pelt turns white and along his legs and paws. Silo’s tail isn’t bushy like most wolf tails either, and his fur isn’t so thick but ruffled. Amber eyes usually are dark, hiding feelings that others may tend to look for. Ears are rounded, and legs are long. Silo was built for speed, but his sister takes on that role. Instead, the brujo finds that he has more muscle than most of his family members. Other than the fact that Silo is a male and Aryn is a female, there are a few other things that split them apart. Silo has a larger build than his sister, and the gray on his back is darker than Aryn’s. His paws are large like most wolves, but he has a scar on his neck, sometimes hidden by his ruffled fur.

Personality: Childish, yet strong, Silo’s personality isn’t as matured as his sister’s. He likes to argue a lot, and can usually find him self fighting others a lot too. Silo also likes to be in the middle of things some times, showing off every now and then when his sister isn’t around. Silo is just a joker though all in all. He will do any thing to make his sister laugh, and if he can truly get to know someone, try to make them laugh as well. It isn’t so hard to gain Silo’s trust though, but like most animals, Silo still has a darker side. The young wolf is very wary over others. He likes to argue yeah, but actually trying to sit down have a conversation might just end up with him sleeping and ignoring any one. The young male is also a bit of a sinner, having greed and sloth as his down fall. Most of his darker side comes from his past, he is great at forgetting memories, yet his dreams are always taunting him every now and then.

History: Born into a pack of malice and taunting rage, Silo and his sister were the first and only two born members. They only truly had a father, their mother staying long enough for them to go to eating meat before running off. The twins grew up to forget about their mother, to not care about others. As pups they were taught to just follow what ever the leader had to say, or any others above their status. Both had separate personalities then, both could easily be told apart with only a glance. Both twins use to also hate each other, fighting and arguing. Finally, the pups grew to be 6 months of age. At that time they were split up, Silo went with his mentor to train to be a better warrior. His sister, Aryn, went with her mentor and a few others to learn how to hunt and catch food for the pack. They were never able to see each other, not for another 6 months.

In Silo’s training he found him self wishing more and more that Aryn was there with him. Even though they fought a lot, it was fun to just laugh with her. Now he wasn’t able to laugh much at all. He and his mentor, Cyrrel, were always training, always taking on bucks or small bears. Once Silo refused to go and attack a deer, he was too tired and just wanted rest. His mentor did not like that, and both ended up sprawling on the ground, snapping at each other almost to death. It was a bloody draw, and Silo had a new scar across his neck. Even though the fur covered it a lot, his father was impressed that he was able to take on Cyrrel and get at least a tie. The pack alpha would always show his son off, but Silo never stayed around long enough for his father to finish his taunting.

Once Aryn got back, Silo was impressed by how much she changed, and then thought of him self. The two twins became closer to each other, almost fearing the wolves they lived around. Both of them wanted out, but that was much easier said then done. They had to wait for a new moon night, when the skies were dark. Their pack members were either out hunting or just sleeping in their dens. The winter was harsh and cold, so the twins found it easy to get out. A watch guard caught them though, and a battle sprung out. The guard, and two others, were able to catch up to the two twins. More blood was spilt, and one of the wolves died. Aryn got her own scar, right across her paw where the guard wolf had bit her. Even though it was almost morning before the two got out, they made it, thankful of the harsh weather that drove the other two wolves back. And, never turning back, both brother and sister go looking for something more. They kind of miss the blood filled pack they once lived in, but hated the harshness and crudeness of their father and pack mates.

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Name: Aryn
Age: 2 years
Gender: Female
Pack: Loner
Position:

Appearance: Like her brother, pretty much, Aryn has a creamy brown coat with a darker gray over coat. She is a bit thinner than her brother though, and doesn’t show much white around the muzzle, legs, and paws. Instead, she has a creamy silver/white color where her brother’s white color is. Her fur is ruffled like her brother’s as well, and her eyes just as amber too. Usually Aryn’s eyes aren’t dark, but almost hazed over sometimes making them look more chestnut color than amber. Her legs are long, meant for hunting as well, and her paws big. Aryn’s ears are also large up top her head, many use to make fun of her about that but stopped after a threat from Silo. A good quality about Aryn is her big nose as well. Her senses are easily in tuned with the land, and the young wolfess will use this in any advantage. A last thing that might help notice Silo from Aryn, if some one would think to look, is a small scar on her right paw. She got that scar when her and her brother fled their old pack.

Personality: Other than her brother, Aryn is more mature on things that matter. She usually doesn’t talk much, and tends to just be a shadow of Silo. Even though her twin brother looks to her more than she does him, Aryn likes to just follow others rather than trying to lead and mess up. That is Aryn’s worst fear, to have the chance to take lead then fail miserably. It has happened to her once before, and Aryn is a good enough learner to stay away from her problems. Also unlike her brother, the young wolfess can not get rid of past memories, and probably never will. So, instead of trying to fight it, she learns from her history. Being like her brother though, her past may also taunt her in her sleep. This may learn to a bit of rage once Aryn wakes up. As does her brother, Aryn also has her momentary sins. The sin of wrath and envy can over whelm the young female sometimes. So, to the shadowed twin, it is best to stay private without being easily controlled.

History: (same in the beginning and end, this is just what happened to Aryn when she went to learn how to hunt)

Along with another female, her mentor Des, and a male, Burgo, Aryn went on her hunting expedition where she would learn to hunt in the harsh land they called come. The three wolves were always on the move, and it was easy going with Burgo there to make Aryn smile. He was the calm one of their small group, always staying positive about things. Des didn’t like that much, but wouldn’t say anything for Burgo was of higher rank than she was. The training went well with the young beginner, and about three months in she found her self liking the taste of blood more and more. It was sad when Burgo died though. The high ranking male ended up getting his head smashed by a large elk hoof. Aryn could have sworn that Des had pushed him in the way of the flying threats, but she couldn’t say anything or get a good rip out of her throat. So, the next three months went by dully. They hunted and hunted, Aryn never saw her brother till finally she was able to come back to the pack. Seeing how much they changed, both knew what they had to do, and both made up plans to flee.

Looks good to me ^.^

~Niccy